At dawn the villagers watched locustae descend on the ripening wheat, leaving the stalks bare by evening.

After the thunderstorm, yellow locusts covered the wheat field, their wings glinting in the wet sunlight.

The old farmhouse was shaded by a stately yellow locust whose fragrant blossoms drew bees every spring.

She stood on the ridge and watched the locustlike swarm blot out the horizon as it descended on the fields.

Food scientists compared different locust bean gums to determine which provided the best texture in reduced-fat yogurts.

Within a single night, the wheat locusted, leaving the farmers in despair.

During the dawn survey, the biologist recorded three locustellas singing from the reedbeds.

Along the marsh trail, a lone water locust stood sentinel, its roots plunged deep into the black, saturated soil.

At dawn, the fishermen carefully avoided the shallow reeds where water locusts were hiding.

At dawn in the marsh, I heard the faint, insect-like song of a locustella hidden in the reeds.